"The assassins have already been killed by this Marquis. Withdraw and don't make too much noise so as not to disturb the family. Bury the corpses. Crossbow Guards, Modao Guards, withdraw. "
The light from the torches reflected on Marquis Wu Wen's jade-like face and flickered.
On the ground were two Taoist priests who had their chests pierced by long swords.
Behind Hong Xuanji stood a row of sabers. They wore heavy armor, but they breathed as easily as a feather coat. A biting cold aura emanated from their bodies.
These were the elite guards of the Marquis's mansion, the "Modao Guards"!
The long sabers in their hands were all four fingers wide and almost as long as a person. They stood there so fiercely that it seemed as if they could split a man and a horse in half.
These were special "Modao". When Hong Xuanji was young, he had once led the "Modao Guards" with eight hundred infantrymen against the one thousand black-armored cavalry of the Yun Meng Empire, creating the legend of defeating cavalry on foot.
And now, although there were only thirty "Modao Guards" in the mansion, they were all once elites of the "Modao Guards", Hong Xuanji's bodyguards.
Any one of the "Modao Guards" was a martial arts master who could fight against dozens of soldiers with their bare hands.
Not to mention that they were fully armored and wielded "Modao".
These martial arts masters who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood could easily repel an army of a thousand.
What was even more frightening was that there were thirty to forty armed guards scattered around with arrows already strung. They were vigilantly aiming in all directions, ready to shoot at any time.
These were the "Crossbow Guards" of the Marquis's mansion!
The crossbows in their hands were dark red and had markings for aiming. The taut strings were full of power. With just a glance, one would feel as if the arrow had already pierced through the body!
This was the "God's Crossbow" specially made by the Da Qian Dynasty. It had a force of three stones (that is, three hundred pounds). Even a martial artist would have to use their feet to kick open the bowstring, but these crossbowmen could easily pull it open with their hands!
The "God's Crossbow" could penetrate iron armor within fifty steps!
Thirty to forty crossbows fired at the same time. Even the most powerful martial arts master would die on the spot.
The Mo Saber Guards drew their sabers and guarded the four sides. The Crossbow Guards fired their iron arrows and scattered them all around. Hong Xuanji stood on the spot. In the light of the fire, he was dressed in brocade and wore a purple gold crown. He was like a martial arts giant that could never be knocked down.
"Extinguish the torches! Don't alarm your family! Take the corpse away! After hearing Hong Xuanji's words, the leader of the Mo Saber Guards raised his hand.
Clang!
There was only one sound as the thirty sabers were sheathed, and it was frighteningly neat.
The torches were extinguished at the same time, leaving only the starlight.
"Marquis, I'm late. Please punish me, Marquis!"
The leader of the Mo Saber Guards stepped forward and stood in front of Hong Xuanji. Then, he knelt down on one knee.
He didn't kneel down, because the armor on his body was heavy, so he couldn't perform a full bow. The "Cold Steel Heavy Armor" of the Da Qian Dynasty was forged from cold iron. Fully equipped, it weighed one hundred and twenty kilograms. Only generals with great martial arts skills could wear it and still move freely.
"I only spoke a few words with the assassin, and you came out with armor and weapons in hand. This kind of movement is three breaths faster than when you were in the army. How could I punish you?"
As Marquis Wu Wen spoke to Hong Xuanji, he pressed his hand down. "Take off your armor and go back to sleep."
"But, Marquis, your safety …"
"In this world, besides the Immortals who have cultivated to the Yang Spirit, there are also the Human Immortals who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts. It's a pity that these two kinds of people haven't appeared in this world yet … "
Hong Xuanji looked up at the sky. "Hakuziyue, since you want to fight with me, don't let me down."
Seeing his subordinates retreat, Hong Xuanji thought of the Wandering Soul he had felt just now. "That Wandering Soul has already been injured by me. Even if it escapes, it's not a big deal. His Divine Soul is too shocked and can't recover. It will run out of oil in ten days or so."
…
Hong Yi's Wandering Soul floated out violently, running like a wolf in shock.
Fortunately, he was a Wandering Soul, invisible and intangible, and could pass through walls and objects without being blocked. Otherwise, his head would have been broken and bleeding.
When he rushed to the northwest corner of the Marquis's Mansion and landed in the small courtyard where he lived, his Divine Soul returned to its shell. Hong Yi was still in a state of shock. He felt his body's heart pounding, and his head was full of blood and dizziness.
It was the feeling of surviving a disaster.
"Scholars pay particular attention to being calm and unhurried. Even if there are knives and axes on one's body, one's heart will not jump, and one's eyebrows will not wrinkle. It seems that I am far from reaching this state of cultivation."
After a long time, Hong Yi still couldn't calm down. He felt very tired, but he couldn't sleep or rest.
His head felt swollen and painful.
"This is the injury to my Divine Soul …"
Hong Yi knew that when he wandered to the main residence, he was too shocked, and in addition to the Wandering Soul running wildly, he had already injured his Divine Soul.
Great joy hurt the Divine Soul, great sorrow hurt the Divine Soul, great fear, great shock, great shock, all of these were very damaging to the Divine Soul. This was something that not only cultivators knew, but even scholars also knew.
Some scholars occasionally saw a beautiful woman, and after returning home, they couldn't eat or drink, and would spend the whole day thinking about her. In half a month, they would lose weight, and in the end, they would die of a serious illness. This was also because their Divine Soul was injured.
After the Divine Soul was injured, people would be very tired, but they couldn't calm down or rest well. All day and all night, they couldn't sleep, they were forgetful, and their minds were in a mess.
Hong Yi couldn't focus his mind, and he couldn't calm down, let alone recover to the point where his mind was as calm as the surface of the water.
After lighting a stick of sandalwood to calm the mind, Hong Yi washed his hands again, and then ground the ink to calm his mind, writing the word "calm".
But at this moment, this method actually didn't work.
His heart couldn't calm down, and it affected the writing. The words were crooked, and the edges were rough, and the calligraphy was not up to standard.
"My heart can't calm down, so naturally, I can't write the word" calm "well. This kind of writing shows the impatience in my heart … I don't know if Father has discovered me, or if he has seen any clues? "Hong Yi looked at the impatient writing on the table, and rubbed the paper away.
"I can't sleep, and my mind can't calm down. If I hurt my mind like this, I will lose my soul. I'm afraid that in less than ten days, I will die of exhaustion." Hong Yi smiled bitterly.
"Hmm, let's take a look at the Amitabha Sutra."
Hong Yi took out the "Amitabha Sutra" from his body, spread it out on the bed, and admired it under the starlight outside.
This time, he didn't read the contents of the sutra, but purely admired the words and the portrait in the middle from the perspective of appreciating calligraphy and painting.
"Even the contemporary great calligrapher Wang Kaizhi might not be able to write these words. If I had such calligraphy, I wouldn't need to write the meaning of the sutra during the imperial examinations. The charm of this Amitabha Buddha is also unparalleled in the world. Even the Saint of Painting, Qian Daozi, who is good at painting religious figures, would definitely not be able to draw it … "
The Saint of Painting, Qian Daozi, was the most accomplished painter in the Da Qian Dynasty. He was best at painting religious figures. Countless Taoist and Buddhist temples had invited him to paint paintings of immortals. The price of each painting was worth tens of thousands of gold.
"The reason why the Amitabha Sutra is a supreme sutra is not because of how profound its incantation is. There are no shortcuts in the path of cultivation. No matter how profound the incantation is, it is impossible to become a Yang Spirit in one go. However, the noble part of this sutra is the charm of calligraphy and painting … The words and paintings contain the purest essence of Buddhism. Although I don't worship Buddhism, I can't help but admire such painting skills and charm … "
Suddenly, Hong Yi had a glimmer of understanding.
He admired calligraphy and painting with a pure eye.
As soon as this glimmer of understanding appeared, the Amitabha Buddha was deeply engraved in his mind.
Boom!
In the depths of Hong Yi's soul, it was as if there was suddenly an additional Buddha, suspended in the void.
Visualizing this past Buddha that looked like his previous life, Hong Yi's mind suddenly became incomparably peaceful. He felt an endless void. The sky was vast, and the earth was vast, allowing him to roam freely.
Hong Yi's mind was incomparably calm, and he no longer felt sad. Instead, his soul felt warm, as if he was bathing in a hot spring.
He fell asleep immediately. He didn't have any dreams that night.
When he woke up, it was already bright outside.
"I slept so well. It seems like the sky is bright as soon as I fall asleep."
Hong Yi woke up in the morning and stretched his back. As he breathed, he felt refreshed. When he opened his mouth and exhaled, there was actually no smell of bad breath.
After last night's sadness, panic, exhaustion, and inability to sleep had completely disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by an endless sense of confidence and satisfaction.
Hong Yi knew that the damage to his soul had been completely healed.
The cultivation of the Amitabha Sutra didn't depend on how profound the incantation was. The greatest effect was the portrait in the sutra. After comprehending the charm, visualizing the Buddha in one's mind could suppress all horror, eliminate joy, and quickly repair the damaged soul.
When a cultivator's soul left the body, it was inevitable that there would be various kinds of damage. But visualizing the portrait of the Amitabha Sutra could repair the soul at the fastest speed.
It was like a martial arts practitioner. It was inevitable that there would be injuries to the tendons and bones. "It takes a hundred days to recover from an injury." However, if there was a miraculous medicine, the tendons that were injured on the first day could be applied on the second day. In that case, how fast would this martial arts practitioner progress? How strong would he be?
The Buddha in the Amitabha Sutra was the pinnacle of painting. Visualizing it in one's soul would have the same effect as a miraculous medicine! It had the supreme effect of calming one's mind.
In one night, Hong Yi's damaged soul was completely healed.
Even Hong Xuanji didn't expect such a state.
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